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Monthly Archives: December 2010


Meek my shirt is to the wind,

swaying me here and then.

Coiled around a finger,

disguise the pain that lingers.

Turn to the right,

the blade burns with a bite.

Shuffle to the left,

search for comfort on my left.

One hundredth time in my mind,

the pain is real enough to find.

I’ll admit I’m submissive,

only because I’m permissive.

Pains and aches can be gone with the sea,

but ride a wave back from the sea.

It could slap my sixth string,

quickly, seductively, only to sting.

It crawls on me like a woman,

steals my comfort like a woman.

Unlike a woman, they won’t run away.

Unlike a woman, they will stay on any day.

Shoulder pains on my sleeve,

won’t be gone till I freeze.

Meek my shirt is to the wind,

swaying me here and then.

Coiled around a finger,

disguise the pain that lingers.

 

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Mittens frozen in this cold town,

But I’m on my way to believing.

Melted down to hear that sound,

beneath me that spells what I’m achieving.

Blue lines flow out of one little cloud,

Lines or stripes that I’ve earned respectively.

Sewn by angels to tame the lion from being proud,

Pray for a ballad to pose we learn perpetually.

 

I recall a time I paced slowly through this city,

looking at my hand seeing a small one in mine.

She asked me, “Do you think that I’m pretty?”

I said, “As I, your father, you will do just fine.”

“Is fine enough for this city?” was her follow,

she was early on, bless her for not understanding.

I answered, “Be fine enough to leave this city like the swallows,”

“See the beauty within you, and soar out to outstanding.”

 

Early on, when children knew the universe,

silver was diamond and diamond was divine.

Early on, when age was the only curse,

blindness became light, adolescence reached to refine.

We sing, we dance, we come to believe,

into another day where these things strip us naked.

Coats of sin, blasphemy, sorrow we once wore and received,

we’re stripped down to His beauty we once thought was jaded.

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